"For anyone to love a man, he must be hidden, for as soon as he shows his face, love is gone.” The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
When drunk, you will slur every word but my name.
When you pass out from intoxication, you will tell your mother that it was from too much vodka and no one was there to stop you.
you were alone.
She will not ask about me.
You will wonder why.
Three weeks ago, when I called her, I told her to stop asking about me,
to stop reassuring you that the next phone call would be from me,
because this was the last.
we both cried.
you will wear out the knees of your jeans praying I will come back.
I will wear out my voice screaming in the middle of the night,
always screaming that I miss you.
we were right for each other, but wrong at love.
we were not good enough,
we will never be good enough.